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Jules pressed his hand on Brick’s stomach, leaning forward as he fucked him. When that didn’t seem to be enough, he paused to grab one of the pillows. He stuffed it under Brick’s ass and started fucking him again, grunting in approval.

Brick slapped his hands up against the headboard as Jules drilled into his asshole, and he let his legs fall open to take it all with a hungry moan. The angle created the most delicious pressure, and he sobbed when Jules tilted his hips up, his cock now rubbing over his prostate with every thrust.

Jules kept his hips going at that sweet upward angle, and he slid his hands greedily over Brick’s thighs. “Oh, is that good, baby? You like that, huh?” He slammed into Brick hard enough to make the bed shake, snarling passionately. “Fuck, come on! Take it! Take my fuckin’ cock!”

“Daddy!” Brick cried, shuddering from the new depth and the incredible pressure welling up inside of him. It was right on the edge between sheer bliss and searing pain, and Brick dug his nails into the headboard. He could barely catch his breath, his heart pounding faster than the violent shaking of the bed as Jules fucked him without mercy.

Brick’s hole was stuffed full, every nerve thrumming as Jules pounded into him relentlessly. His throat was dry from gasping for breath, and he couldn’t look away from Jules, entranced by his flexing hips and arms as their bodies crashed together. Nothing else mattered, and Brick’s brain was focused only on the next brutal slam carrying him closer to climax.

A phone rang.

By the sound of the ringing, Brick knew it wasn’t his.

“Mmph. Hang on.” Jules leaned over to grab his pants from off the bed. He held on to Brick’s hip to keep him close so his cock wouldn’t slip out, and as awkward as it was, Jules still didn’t stop thrusting.

Brick watched in shock as Jules not only found his phone but then answered it, his hips still continuing to pump away as he fucked Brick into the mattress.

“Yeah?” Jules grunted. “What is it? I’m fuckin’ busy.” He sounded a little breathless, but otherwise gave no indication that he was busy railing Brick.

Brick felt the need to quiet himself, but it was impossible with Jules drilling into his hole like a damn machine. He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans, and he whined as Jules continued to chat as if nothing was going on.

“No, when?” Jules asked the person on the phone. “Huh… All right. Go ahead and call Boss. Let him know what’s up. If he gives the okay, we’ll go.”

It was absolutely unfair how hot it was that Jules was able to carry on a normal conversation while still rocking Brick’s world. He swore that Jules was actually fucking him harder now, and Brick squeezed his legs around Jules’s waist to spur him on. He sobbed into his palm, reaching down to grab his cock.

God, he wanted to come.

He jerked himself off fast so he could bust his load. He grinded down on Jules’s cock as he desperately tried to perfect the angle against his prostate to help send him on his way. He gasped when Jules suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Jules shouldered the phone, and he easily pinned Brick’s hand to the bed. His voice was a little hoarse as he said into the phone, “Sounds good. Just tell me what time.” With a smirk, he took a hold of Brick’s other wrist and pinned it down as well. “Yeah? Where?”

Brick had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming. Searing licks of shame were running up his spine as he fought not to make a sound. He didn’t know who Jules was talking to, but he sure as hell didn’t want them to hear him moaning while he got his ass pounded.

Jules’s hands were big enough that he could just use one to hold both of Brick’s above his head, and Jules casually adjusted the phone on his ear. He was grinning now, clearly enjoying how Brick was struggling not to make a sound. He slowed down, waiting a few seconds in between each devastating thrust, making the bed slam against the wall as he continued to talk. “Okay. I can handle that.”

Brick dropped his head back and pressed his lips together, a muffled moan trying to escape. This new pace was driving Brick absolutely insane, and he swore Jules was slamming his big cock up in his stomach somewhere. He was sweating, twitching, and he pushed up at Jules’s strong grip as he fought to moan again.

“Uh-huh. Bye.” Jules hung up, tossed the phone over his shoulder, and suddenly dove down for a fierce kiss. “Ohhh, baby boy. You were such a good boy, weren’t you?”

“Fuck!” Brick cried, his voice cracking. “I can’t fuckin’ believe, mmm, you did that!”

“Sorry, baby. Daddy had to work a little.” Jules smooched Brick’s flushed face. “I’m all yours now, baby boy.” He let go of Brick’s wrists so he could slide his arms beneath him, renewing the thunderous rhythm from before. He pressed himself against Brick’s chest and mouthed along his jaw with little nips of his teeth.

“Oh, fuck… mmm, that was so fuckin’ hot.” Brick latched on to Jules’s shoulders, dragging his nails over his neck. “God… yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Daddy!” Now that he could actually get loud, it made Jules’s tenacious thrusting even more intense, and he hooked his ankles around Jules’s waist to make up for his ass getting scooted forward right off the pillow. “Fuck me, yes! Mmmph, Daddy!”

Jules’s breathing turned ragged, and Brick knew he was going to come. Jules was going to come inside of him and Brick wanted it, frantic and whimpering, urging him on, “Come on, Daddy. Come on. Fill me up. Fill me the fuck up. Give it to me.”

“Yeah, baby. Yeah, I’m gonna. I’m gonna fuckin’ give it to you. Fuck!” Jules’s panting rose to a roar, and he threw his weight into a final series of thrusts that rattled the headboard hard enough to knock the picture above the bed askew.

Brick wondered if it might even crash down on his head, but he wouldn’t have cared. Jules was pumping a thick load of come deep inside of him, and he was dying for release. “Oh, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I love it. I love your fuckin’ come. Mmm, please, can I come? Can I please fuckin’ come?”

Jules was busy lazily rocking his hips and luxuriating in Brick’s come-slick hole, and he nuzzled at Brick’s throat. “Just one second, baby boy. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

“Please.” Brick was whining now, his heart still thumping away from being so close to the precipice of ecstasy. His thighs trembled as Jules slid out, and he let his arms drop from Jules’s shoulders. “Mm, come on. Are you gonna make me beg, Daddy?”

“No.” Jules winked. “Not yet anyway.” He rubbed Brick’s thigh and then scooted over to the edge of the bed. “I do seem to recall somebody sayin’ that they don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Brick lifted his head.

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